Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.